A surpassingly handsome man is seated on a throne of bone, fur and leather. Atop his head is a crown of red crystal, and he wears black leather leggings, black scaled boots and a white silky shirt, open at the chest of course. His hands run through his wild golden locks, exposing a pair of antenna. The man, beautiful as he, has several traits that set him apart from lesser humans. His ears are grandly pointed, his skin tinted slightly green. A few feathers sprout from his eyebrows, and one of his hands is scaly like a bird's foot!

Surrounding this despondent man are a wretched mass of merrymaking misfits! A company of creatures that look like someone tried making the human form from a collection of vermin parts. Rats, bats, cockroaches, flies pigeons and all other kinds of pests were cobbled together in the form of these midgets. They had more human heads, but that was little comfort, as their nasty warty skin was unpleasant shades of green, yellow or orange.

They had ugly misshapen heads too, one eye larger than the other and so on. Each had a pointy nose that was too large, and each had ragged pointed floppy and warty ears.

This was a goblin king and his subjects. It is said that when goblins are born, they instinctually offer up all their beauty, might, wits and mortality to their king. A goblin doesn't have much of these, but it all adds up and makes goblin monarchs powerful and attractive magical beings.

In return, the goblins gain something that earns the hatred of all races. Goblins cannot truly die while their monarch lives. They just reappear near the monarch after death. Usually right above his or her head. A spell to protect one's head is usually the first thing a goblin royal learns.

The goblin king in question was a particularly strong one and thus had the same issue many magical beings of great strength have.

A sigh left his fine lips.

He was mind numbingly bored.

Tapping the arm of his throne, his azure eyes suddenly brighten.

His fingers flick.

"You, you and you... You"
He calls out several more (You)s, fixing a number of goblin in the air.

"Eh, timeout?"
"No not timeout!"
"Mercy please!"
"No wrong!"
"Be good"

The goblins tremble and cry out as they fear the only effective punishment the goblin king can give him. He simply silences them with a wave of his hand.

"We are unbearably bored, so we thought of a wonderful idea, we shall send you off on adventure for our amusement!"

The goblins stopped struggling and soundlessly wailing, their eyes twinkled, an adventure sounded fun, much better than the dreaded timeout.

The goblins that weren't chosen even began to complain a bit, making the airborne goblins very smug.

A shimmering portal appeared before the King, and various scenes flashed by.

"Now where to send you lot... can't be too close to our lands, that'd be boring"
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